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Letter to Jack : Chapter 3
Those eyes, even plagued as they were by dark circles, were beautiful, and those lips. There wasn't a word wonderful enough to describe them. Jack couldn't help but smile. He had missed Spot more than he had realized. Seeing him so close and knowing that Spot was feeling the same way, it was almost heaven. There was just one thing missing. One thing that took every ounce of Jack's will power to resist doing right then and there. The love of his life, after what had seemed like an eternity in his absence, was standing mere inches away. He wanted more than anything to reach out and pull his lover into his arms and kiss him with all the intensity he was feeling.
"Uh, Jack," Spot's voice broke through his thoughts and served to broaden Jack's already brilliant smile.
It took Jack a moment to realize that his hand was still laying on Spot's shoulder. After that, it only took a second for him to realize that they were far from alone. About a dozen of Spot's newsies were staring at them, glaring daggers at Jack.
Jack smiled sheepishly and pulled his hand away, slowly so it didn't look so obvious. He spat quickly into his hand and Spot did the same, taking Jack's hand and shaking it firmly. He let go almost instantly, and Jack's smile fell a little at the loss of contact.
With a single look at his newsboys, Spot heaved his stack of papers into a more comfortable position, then motioned with his head for Jack to follow him. Jack did so quickly, almost like a puppy following his master.
The alley was narrow and dirty, but it did not matter. Only one thing mattered at that moment in time. Jack and Spot were together at long last.
It was Jack that made the first move, glancing quickly up and down the alley for trespassers, and attaching himself to Spot's parted lips. Hands were suddenly everywhere, exploring territory that they hadn't felt for so long. Shirts were quickly untucked and fingertips glided over smooth taut stomach muscles and fingernails scratched lightly down their backs.
Jack had to tear himself away, panting from the lack of oxygen. Spot took the opportunity to back Jack into the brick wall of the alley. His lips met Jack's neck, spreading quick kisses from Jack's ear to his collarbone, using his hand to move the bandana out of the way to get at the sensitive spot it covered. A low moan escaped Jack's lips, and Spot nibbled and sucked at the delicative skin. Jack's fingers ran through Spot's hair and all across his back, sending shivers down Spot's spine. Spot hissed against Jack's throat and bit just a little harder, pressing himself fully up against Jack's hard body.
Spot's world was spinning all around him. The only thing that remained was Jack. Everything else was a blur. Nothing else mattered. He knew only of the feeling of Jack's hands all over his body and the taste of Jack's sweet skin. He was swimming in the ecstacy of it. Low moans escaped as the friction built between their bodies. He could feel Jack's hands grabbing his ass as he thrust up against him.
"I love ya, Spot," Jack said breathily, before attacking Spot's lips with his own. He sucked softly at Spot's bottom lip, feeling Spot's cock twitch against his through the worn layers of clothing. He smiled through the kiss, loving the way he could make Spot feel. He was the only one who could make Spot lose control. Their tongues met between parted lips, dancing the way only two people truly in love could. Their styles were perfectly attuned to each other. Jack loved Spot's mouth. The things the boy could do with that mouth were amazing.
"Ahem."
The cough seemed to echo loudly through the alley. Both boys were suddenly diving backwards away from each other, eyes wide. Their lips were bruised and swolen, their clothes in wild disarray. They stared at each other for a moment in horror. There was no way in hell they could get caught today. It wasn't fair.
"My, my what have we here?" The thick New York accent cut through the tension, igniting a different kind of passion from the shorter newsboy.
Spot saw red. "Race," Spot seethed through gritted teeth as his hands balled into fists. "You're dead. I'm gonna fuckin' murder ya!" He was shaking. He was furious. He went to move towards Race, fully intending on making good on his promise, when two arms suddenly seized him, wrapping around his own arms and pinning them to his sides.
"Spot," Jack said, trying his best to coax Spot into calming down. He knew full well that Spot could easily slip out of his arms. Spot was good like that. But he knew that Spot wouldn't hurt him, so that left Spot held tightly in Jack's arms, still shaking in anger. "He didn't mean nothin' by it."
"I was tryin to warn you guys. Spot's boys is lookin for him." Race explained. It was as close to an apology as either of them would get from Racetrack.
Jack had no sooner let go of Spot than two of Spot's biggest newsies turned the corner into sight. They didn't look too happy. Neither of them particularly liked Jack. It didn't matter to Jack, though. He didn't like them either.
Spot turned his glare to his own boys, staring them down hard. They weren't really afraid of him. They just knew better than to mess with him when he was pissed off. It was common sense.
Jack let his fingers brush against Spot's as he moved to join Race. He placed a hand on Racetrack's shoulder, nudging him to follow as Jack walked on. "Hey Spot," Jack called over his shoulder. "We'll see you in 'Hattan later right?"
"Yeah, I'll be over," Spot called back.
As soon as they were out of sight, Racetrack burst out laughing. "You guys looked like a couple of dumbasses. Your eyes went all wide and everythin'. Priceless."
Jack grinned and let out a laugh of his own. "You'se just jealous."
AN: kinda fluffy rite? tell me what y'all think. seriously.
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